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β € β € π€π‘πˆπ€πƒππ„. 【 ɒᴏᴅᴅᴇss ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀᴒᴇs α΄€Ι΄α΄… α΄˜α΄€α΄›Κœs 】 α΄›Κœα΄α΄œΙ’Κœ α΄›Κœα΄‡ ᴍΙͺΙ΄α΄… ʟΙͺᴋᴇ α΄€Ι΄ ᴏʏsᴛᴇʀ. ΚŸα΄€Κ™α΄Κ€s ᴏɴ α΄€Ι΄α΄… ᴏɴ, α΄€ Ι’Κ€α΄€ΙͺΙ΄ ᴏꜰ sα΄€Ι΄α΄… Ιͺs α΄€ΚŸΚŸ ᴑᴇ Κœα΄€α΄ α΄‡.
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β € Perhaps don’t just tell the guys but tell your wife !! β €
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β € Truth be told, Ariadne cannot wait to see the huntress radiate in her domain. Being invited to see her at her most natural is an honour she has only ever experienced when Dionysus first quenched her thirst with an ever-growing field of grapes on Naxos. β€” β €
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β € I expect it to be similar for you and the woods β€” but yes. Let’s not digress and focus on the task at hand. β€œ Ariadne takes one of the arrows. She shudders, intimidated by the sharp point of it. She has never been a fighter; never learn to wield weapons. β€” β €
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β € β€œ Show me how to nock and release it? β€œ β €
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β € Curious, Ariadne leans forward to watch the goddesses’ meticulous work. Her hands are skilled, but not merely in the way a deity is skilled in their domain. Bow and arrow, the hunt, all of these things belong to Artemis like trees belong into the woods. β€” β €
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β € ever suffer from use? β€œ Cracks in her skin. She wants to remember her hardships for the future, have salves and ointments wait should Artemis decide to visit her again. Reaching for the patched-up bow, her fingers trace the neat leather. It feels rough, supportive. β€” β €
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β € Giving enough grip to make sure the wood doesn’t slip out of unskilled hands. β€œ A dancer’s sandals, mh? I mostly dance with bare feet. What does that say about me? β€œ A laugh resonates, playful. β€œ I might’ve set myself up for failure. β€œ β €
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β € β€œ Fake ones? β€œ She pretends to ponder, then lifts her shoulders in a teasing shrug. β€œ I will beat you with a stick or a real weapon. You’ll see. β€œ It’s a blatant lie and they both know it. β€œ Ready? β€œ β €
β € β €β €He goes still β€”β€” though a long, thoughtful hum erupts from his chest. His fingers tap the air and Dionysus settles on a simple: ❛ Yes. ❜ Then β€”β€” ❛ It should be fine, yes? Or wouls you prefer fake ones? ❜ β €
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β € Her own eyes light up, weight shifting to drape against his back in a playful reenact meant of an ambush. β€œ Are we using weapons? β€œ β €
β € ⠀⠀❛ Spar with me .ᐣ ❜ A question asked lazily, head turned to gaze up at his wife. β €
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β € β€œ How can I chase the boredom away, love? β€œ β €
β € β €β €Mumbles, ❛ I've been so bored. ❜ β €
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β € The tease in Artemis’ voice plays at the corners of Ariadne’s mouth. How long has it been since she allowed herself to feel such joy in the presence of another woman? Maenads. They are the only familiar company to her, and yet their presence have always reminded her thatβ€” β €
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β € quick steps carrying her to Artemis’ side. β€œ Will you show me how to string a bow? I borrowed one from a mortal who did not seem to care for its condition. β€œ Hands unfurl from behind her back to lift a sad looking bow. β€” β €
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β € Truthfully? Ariadne isn’t certain it can be saved, but if anyone is able to, it would be one of the archer twins. β €
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